I am spent. I have shrivelled and shed my luminosity.
Essence of flower and warmth of sun Let’s make sun tea, Little one A sip for you and a sip for me Sharing a cup of chamomile tea Faye and I harvested chamomile from the garden to make solstice sun tea.
Beneath the trees, in the shadows, where wild things grow, Magic lives there. In the meadow, ‘midst honey bees and poppy heads, Magic lives there.
There is spirit, still, in spent things, In seed pods and bare branches.
Winter was my favourite season before having children. I loved frosty walks and those winter smells: hot chocolate, icy winds, cinnamon and brown sugar.